Hadley Hemingway · Oct 6, 2011
come here

over the sea i flew i flew
to pluck you from your bed
i took you from your city and
put you in mine instead

it's not as brightly lit as yours
and it doesn't have the name
but when we find each other, well
the lights all look the same

 
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